dancing queen

The flicker of a tail was followed with shocked mirth, the male taking mock offense to her statements. She couldn't help but grin a little, putting his remark about stillness being important when she was older to memory. "Okay." She said with a small chuckle, nodding her head slightly. She'd make sure to remember that information, as he said, it might be crucial. However, he still didn't move from his place, instead staying seated and looking at her with steely blue eyes. They were very sparkly, and she found them to be much nicer than her own. Everyone else in her family had green eyes, hers weren't special. But blue grey? That was an eye colour to be proud of. His response to her query was at first a little taken aback, then amused. His head lowered behind the bushes, momentarily out of sight. And then, came a very familiar, very eerie voice. A surprised, astounded gasp slipped past her lips, and the girl began to grin in earnest, her tail wagging behind her as she near wriggled with glee. When he reared back up into view, the petite lass nearly bounded into the sky with her joy. She was meeting the ghost from before! Was he really a ghost? Or pretending like her daddy did? Her tail was whipping back and forth at her rump at a mile and minute, and her smile was miles wide.

"I remember you! You're the ghost from before!" She yipped, unable to contain the happy jitter that made her forepaws come off of the ground at a small, constant bounce. "Are you really a ghost? Can you walk through trees and stuff? Did you die?" She asked, her tongue tripping over itself and stumbling as she hurriedly spat out all these inquiries. She stepped closer, her muzzle poking into the bushes as she looked up at him and grinned. She was very close to being as tall as he was, probably only another season before she would be that height. She was going to be just as tall as her father, but not nearly as big. A thin little thing, she was, and always would be. Toxic green pools glimmered with joy as she gazed up at the stranger- who still hadn't introduced himself, waiting for answers.

OOC: Seriously Pookadia is my new ala BROTP




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